And while I've been settling back into the daily grind, there's little reminders of Australia everywhere.
Not that I'm complaining about any of the above reminders.
After travelling for nearly an hour via public transit, we only managed to see Ben Lee perform one song, "We're All In This Together." I'm not going to lie; swaying may have occurred. (This of course, was directly correlated with the endorphins we had produced from our dash to the stage. That's my story, anyways.)
The sad part is, he was the sole reason we had come to BeachFest. I, for one, was definitely not pulled in by the alleged Canadian allure of Stabilo and the Trews. (Or at least not their music, anyways. The lead singer of Stabilo definitely has the fantastic beginnings of a smokin' hot beard.)
So we decided to compensate for it by standing in line to meet him with all the 14-year-old girls who were sauntering around the park in their Roxy jeans and big sunglasses. After all, the "Thank you Toronto. . .thank you music," he shouted out at the end of his show had us sold.
I think we were the only ones in line above the age of 16, with the possible exception of the man in plaid behind us who was proudly sporting more than one "Canadian Idol" button.
Ben Lee had the strained smile on his face of, "I've been signing autographs all day for 14-year-olds who don't even know who I am."
In accordance with this, I resisted from the temptation of inviting him to engage in a game of Get Off That Thing.
*I promise to never again use phrases like "arrived in panting excitement," especially when in reference to family events in public spaces. Just this one time, though. . .